Ridiculous (SFW)
Fluff, because I said so, and also push-up kisses, because fluff.
"You should shave 'em."
There's a pause from above you. The cadet-in-training narrows his eyes, the brown glinting with confusion, and a bit of offense as he retorts, "I spent a month growing it out." You have to roll your own eyes, even as your mouth automatically counts as his body lowers mechanically, the downward of his push-up briefly pressing his chest to yours as you lay beneath him.
"Mar-Mar, you may have grown it out, but you didn't grow it out well. It's all... scraggily."
Reaching up to brush your fingertips along the edges of the half-formed sideburns for emphasis, Marcus promptly pushes off with hands on either side of your head. Looming over you in the upright position of his push-up, you can see the full-scope of his indignation as he sputters, "Literally weeks ago you said I should thinking about growing some out-"
"Which, while I'm happy you took my suggestion on-board, I wish you would've considered something a little less ridiculous."
"Ridiculous?" Your fellow officer-in-training looks affronted, shifting on his palms in efforts to keep himself up so as to glare down at you. It doesn't last - Marcus is nothing if not short in temperament, but also in his ire - and this is a fact proven when his face softens, genuinely asking, "You really don't like them?"
A small sigh escapes your lips, not of annoyance but in bemusement and fondness. Your partner has something of a chip on his shoulder, goals of rising high in the Enforcer station. A feat, you believe, is achieved by looking the part of a hardened, at-ready officer ready to take on the world. "Well... it does make you lose a bit of the baby-face-"
One hand lifts from the ground to flick your forehead, and you chuckle at the fading sting of his finger. "See a barber, and think about a mustache, Mar-Mar," You advised with a grin, turning a bit sly. "It'll show sophistication... maturity... and I think I'll find it a bit fun."
"Now you're being ridiculous."
"No, just opportunistic-"
Apparently he seeks to be as well, as with his muscles finally straining under such an upright position for so long, he lowers himself down, down and further-past the slim space in order to press pouting-lips to yours. At your giggle, they aren't pouted for long, though he murmurs against them with a tilt of his head, "Nah, you're just ridiculous, sunshine."
Perhaps you are - these are the public training-mats in the main building of the Enforcer Academy, and you'd wouldn't want to jeopardize your matching top-marks with your partner by being caught flirting.
But you can't help it. It's just too fun to rile him up, "Call me up in a week when it starts growing out, then we'll tal- oof!"
Your breath, as well as your laugh, is knocked out of you with the purposefully-timed drop of his body atop of yours, morning workout routine forgotten, as both laugh and air are swallowed by his kiss.
Ridiculous, the both of you are. Though, you still try to insist that it's the sideburns that are moreso, through your grins, and affectionate chuckles around his lips.